Over the course of an hour, and in spite of Miles' grouchy grumbling and leaden feet shuffling, we walked around the mall last night. It was a cold, damp day, but my legs begged for movement. Briskly we ventured down this wing and that, until, alas, we entered the Dairy Queen's palace, and partook of her splendid hospitality.

It started with Miles' pout, "Since you got me here, I think I deserve a banana shake." I relented. "You'll have some too, won't you!?" he questioned hopefully.

"No," I replied, a little holier-than-thou-ness surfacing. Snottily, I continued, "I don't need anything, thanks."

We got to the counter and ohmigosh you wouldn't believe the size of the Cheesequake Blizzard poster that they had! It was overpowering...so much so, that I had a Blueberry Cheesequake Blizzard in my hand before I could get ahold of myself. Miles was kind enough to let me enjoy my treat instead of making me eat crow instead, which I find to be infinitely less scrumptious.

In retrospect, I consider that little cup of Heaven to be more of a health food, anyway. I mean...blueberries!—fruit! You need fruit!—and blueberries are a deity of a fruit! Blueberries are nicknamed the "brain berries" because of their aptitude in protecting your noggin! They improve your vision, clear your arteries, provide you with more antioxidants for disease protection, strengthen your blood vessels, enhance your memory, stop urinary tract infections, reverse age-related physical and mental declines, and they promote weight control—just to name a few!

So...it's really good that I ate the Blizzard...right? Maybe? Don't you think? Huh?

Of course, I'm not altogether certain that soaking blueberries in pounds of sugar and then swirling them in high fat ice cream and high-cal cheesecake allows them to retain their nutrition, but ignorance is surely bliss.